This is a song about "Rats"

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps